DANSE MACABRE ★ open; visitor

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── It had not been too long since his brothers and father had left the Coalition, or so he believed, and despite him staying behind he felt no bitterness or negativity towards his family. He missed them dearly, truly he did, and the very moment he understood why it was Jormungand had to be exiled for the sake of everyone's safety, the leader of Tanglewood threatening to burn down his home if justice was not served, it became imperative to visit his brothers one way or another. Perhaps not Asmodeus so much, the bigger of the three had always unnerved him and Angel would have rather not get caught in potential crossfire of his anger, and Hydrostatic was far easier to speak to. Oh, forgive him for seemingly picking favorites, he didn't mean to. And about his father...Angel was conflicted at best and strained at worst. Luckily, at the very least, he hoped the Pitt did not carry the same hatred of his homeland that many others did, justifiable but all the same a problem, nor did we want to have to carry the burden of his father’s crime on his shoulders and arrive to a place already cleaning up the mess.

The journey was not easy, and although he was somewhat stronger, healthier than he was previously, it was no mundane task. He did have his help, protection and his back watched, which he was eternally grateful for. A joke would have to be made about using such a cute face to his advantage, one perk he could attribute to Aphra if nothing else.

”I’ll try to do most of the talking, this is about my brother, after all.” Angel said cheerfully, a hint of nervousness cutting into his tone. He could handle that, right?